Chapter 21:
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"How is she?" Joe asked, as he, Jon, and Colby sat in their locker room getting dressed in their gear.
"Pissed," Jon sighed, thinking about his angry and hurt girlfriend. "But I think she's more heartbroken over the car."
"What'd the mechanic say?" Colby asked, lacing up his boots.
"The repairs won't be a problem, but it's not the cosmetics," Jon sighed again, running a hand over his face. He glanced over in the corner to the sleeping Moxley, curled up in his little puppy bed. Allie had left him with Jon, while she ran to a meeting with Stephanie, Hunter, and Creative. "It's been a plus to have Moxley on the road with us. Its keeping her mind busy when she isn't working and I'm not around. She won't say it, but it's killing her that she's being forced to constantly be a victim."
The group had only been back on the road for a few days and they could all see the effect that the recent event was having on Allie. She was doing her best to hide the fact that she was scared and worried that history would repeat itself. That didn't sit well with Jon. It only made him worry about leaving her at home by herself when the tour broke and he had to head back to Vegas tomorrow.
"Did she talk to the security company about upgrading her system?" Colby asked, clearly worried about his friend, just like they all were.
"Yea," Jon answered smirking slightly, as he began taping his wrists and hands and thinking about the conversation he had with Allie about the upgraded system. "They're coming out this week to add more cameras and put in a perimeter alarm. She wasn't happy about it, but when I threatened to pay for it, she caved in pretty quickly."
The guys chuckled knowing how Allie and Steph hated that they continuously paid for everything. Even Colby did on occasion, just to watch the girls complain about it. It had become entertainment for the guys.
"I just don't know what to do," Jon said looking at them seriously. "I need to go back to Vegas, but I don't want to leave her alone in the house."
"What about Steph?" Colby suggested.
"We're in Pensacola this week," Joe stated, almost regretfully. He and Steph had been alternating between Pittsburgh and Pensacola on a weekly basis. "We weren't able to go last week, because we were in Pittsburgh and the week before because of the Australian tour. We promised Jo we'd be in Pensacola this week."
"Understandable," Colby nodded, "I'm sure she misses you guys and I know you both miss her."
Joe gave him a small smile and nod, before turning to Jon, "She won't go with you?"
"I wanna take Allie to Vegas with me, but it's not fair to her. I have promotional crap both days and she'll be home by herself," Jon said, as he put his street clothes away.
"Well, what if she comes with me to Iowa?" Colby suggested, looking at Jon. "Leighla has been dying to meet her and Kevin can have a play date with Moxley. I know she won't want to be away from you or home, but at least she won't be alone."
Jon looked at him for a minute, thinking it over, before nodding, "I'll run it by her. Thanks, man. I owe you one."
"No problem man," Colby said, waving him off. "We all love Allie. I want to make sure she stays safe just as much as you do. Let me know what she says and I'll let Leighla know." Jon nodded, as he embraced Colby in a bro hug, thanking him again.
As they separated, the door was suddenly thrown open and they watched as Allie was literally shoved through the door by an irate Hunter, with an angry Steph following behind them. She was glaring at the back of Hunter's head, as if ready to pounce if he touched Allie again. Jon immediately started towards them in Allie's defense, but was stopped by Hunter pointing at him.
"You better get your girlfriend under control, before she costs herself and all three of you your careers," he barked out and Jon, as Allie stumbled to her feet and lunged for him. He quickly pushed her backwards into Jon's arms.
"What the fuck happened?" Jon growled out at Hunter, wrapping his arms tightly around Allie as she struggled against him.
"Your girlfriend just beat the shit out of Nikki Bella, Eva Marie, and Summer Rae," Hunter snarled back.
"They started shit with me!" Allie argued, fighting out of Jon's arms and stepping up to Hunter. "I tried to walk away, but they thought it'd be a good idea to jump me when my back was turned! I reacted!"
"You beat the piss out of three divas. They didn't stand a chance against you and you know it!" Hunter bellowed at her.
"Yea, and now so do they," Allie smirked at him, making his blood boil. "Why don't you try hiring chicks that are actually worth a damn in the ring, instead of these fucking wannabes, that couldn't hack it as models. Then maybe they could hold their own and would have been able to actually back up what they said. Then we wouldn't be here right now!"
"You want to fight? You want to get your hands on talent so bad? Then get your ass back in the ring. Until then, you keep your attitude in check and do not, under any circumstance, touch another superstar or diva. You get me?" Hunter screamed in her face.
Allie snarled at him, her anger boiling over. "Six weeks! You give me six weeks and I'll be back in the ring!" She lashed out at him. "You happy now? You and the board are gonna finally get what you want. You want me back in the ring so bad? You got it and I'm, for damn sure, gonna make you regret it! You think my temper was bad then?! You ain't seen nothing yet!"
"You're letting them get the best of you!" Hunter yelled out at her.
"No!" She screamed back. "You and that board of pussies are letting them get the best of me! You want what's best for business? I'll show you what's best for business!"
"What the fuck do you think you're gonna do?" Hunter smirked at her. He had always loved the fire in her, even if it took him being the one to bring it out. However, he couldn't risk any talent getting injured just because she was a loose cannon.
"Guess she didn't tell you," Allie smirked back, making Hunter's face fall. "This morning, I signed my talent contract and there was a stipulation." Everyone looked at her in shock at the revelation of signing her talent contract. She had told none of them, wanting it to be a surprise, but the current event unfortunately brought it out prematurely.
"What stipulation?!"
"The unification match that your setting up for at the end of the year with Cena and Orton?" She smiled evilly at him. "Just became a unsanctioned triple threat ladder match... Against me!"
The room went silent, as everyone's mouths dropped open. Hunter just gawked at her in disbelief, looking for any sign of a bluff. He didn't see it. She was telling the truth.
"Are you out of your fucking mind?!" Steph exclaimed, looking at her in worried disbelief. "Do you not remember what happened the last time you were in a triple threat with them? Now you want to purposely put yourself in a match that isn't even going to be scripted?"
"The best way to conquer fear is head-on," Allie argued. "Sanctioning the match is a waste of time. You know as well as I do that it won't matter. It's better this way." She knew they wouldn't be happy about the stipulation.
"This is suicide, Alicia!" Steph yelled at her, anger and terror filling her face. "History is only going to repeat itself. They will gang up on you just like they did last time! You don't stand a chance!"
"Thanks for the confidence!" Allie snapped back, but quickly regained her composure before continuing. "Look, I knew this wouldn't be a popular decision, but it's different this time."
"How in the fuck is it different?" she heard the angry growl of Jon come from beside her. She turned to look at him and saw the anger and terror in his eyes as well. She understood the worry, but she wouldn't back down. She couldn't back down.
"They aren't the same men they were then," Allie reasoned, continuing quickly before she could be interrupted. "Yes, they are still the two biggest douche bags in this company and they clearly still have a vendetta against me. However, back then they were willing to give up the title to prove a point. They were young and at the beginning of their careers. They had all the opportunity in the world for another chance at the title. They don't now. They will not sacrifice this rare opportunity."
"Why can't you just let me handle it?" Jon argued, although the angry tone was gone. "Why put yourself in a dangerous situation?
"Because I won't be a victim anymore, Jon," Allie sighed, turning to face him completely. "I'm not a damsel in distress. That's not the cloth I was cut from. I won't sit back and watch you fight my battles for me. I'm the original fucking Anti-Diva and I back down from no one."
"What if I want to fight your battles for you?" Jon whispered out, stepping closer to her. "As corny as it may be, underneath all this Dean Ambrose is still Jon Moxley. And Mox wants to fight for his crazy Anti-Diva."
Allie felt her heart warm and flutter at his words. She loved how Jon made her feel and would love to sit back and watch him destroy Cena and Orton, but it just wasn't in her chemical make up to do that. "Jon I know you want to defend me and I'm glad for that, but you have to understand that I've never had anyone fight my battles for me. Please understand that I have to do this."
"Don't ask me to sit back and watch you get hurt again, Allie," Jon pleaded with her, almost desperately.
"Jon, I'm asking for your support," she whispered to him. "I need you to be there for me. I have to do this."
Allie felt her heart drop when Jon, with a sad look in his eyes, simply shook his head and left the locker room. She went to follow after him, but was stopped by Joe. "Let him go, Al," he said in a sympathetic voice. "Just give him time to process everything." Allie simply nodded, staring at the empty doorway.
"I have to go do damage control," Hunter said in an indifferent tone, "and apparently have a conversation with my lovely wife." He turned towards the door, then stopped, turning back to the group. Glancing between Joe, Colby, and Steph, he pointed at Allie, "Keep her in check, since Good apparently relinquished those duties for the evening. It's probably best if you got her out of here, Lexi," he said to Steph, who gave him a stiff nod. And with that, he was gone.
"Fuck," Allie groaned, coming out of her daze. After moving to the couch and collapsing face down on it, she screamed loudly into the cushion. After several moments of muffled screaming, she felt the couch dip close to her head and felt a hand brush through her hair. She mumbled loudly into the couch and felt the hand ruffle her hair.
"I know you feel like an ass, Allie," Steph's voice said soothingly. "But you are not the worst girlfriend ever." More whiny mumbling came from Allie, her face still pressed into the cushion. "He doesn't hate you." More mumbling. "No, he doesn't." More whining. "He'll be back." A loud whimper. " He just needs time to calm down, Al. He's worried about you. Ok?" A quieter whimper.
Steph sighed, looking up at Joe and Colby. They were both giving her weird looks. "What?"
"You actually understood that?" Colby exclaimed, pointing in Allie's direction. Steph just gave him a raised eye brow and nod.
"Baby, how could you possibly understand that?" Joe asked her, chuckling now.
Steph smiled, "Best friends since third grade. With that comes a knowledge of all crazy quirks and languages. There are times I swear she can read my mind."
Joe and Colby laughed softly, before moving towards the girls. "We're gonna go find 'he who shall not be named'," Colby said in a loud whisper, motioning in Allie's direction. A loud whine came from the couch, making Joe smack Colby on the back of the head. "Ow! Sorry!"
"We'll see you later, baby," Joe said, leaning over and kissing Steph. Both men leaned down and kissed the back of Allie's head, getting a muffled mumble and a small wave. They both chuckled, before waving at Steph and leaving the locker room to find Jon.
"You wanna get out of here?" Steph asked, as Allie finally sat up beside her. She simply shrugged, staring down at her lap, which was suddenly filled with a huge ball of fur. Moxley sat on Allie's lap, staring up at her, tail wagging. Allie gave him a small smile, before hugging him too her. "Come on," Steph said standing up. "Grab the kid and let's go."
'If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I would have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love... I love... I love you. And I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.'
"Damn you, Mr. Darcy!" Steph huffed, throwing popcorn at the tv, making Allie laugh from her position behind her. The girls were currently sitting in the living area of the suite they all shared watching Pride and Prejudice. Steph was sitting on the floor in front of Allie, leaning against her legs, while she was seated on the couch. She was giving Steph a face and scalp massage, while they waited for the boys to return.
"I don't think you can say that anymore," Allie said, rubbing her fingers into the base of Steph's skull. "Your Mr. Darcy seems to have found you."
Steph smiled at the thought of Joe, "I wouldn't compare Joe to Mr. Darcy. He's more a Hercules to my Megara." Allie laughed at the discription, but couldn't disagree. "I think you have Mr. Darcy."
"How do you figure?" Allie asked, as she ran her thumbs across Steph's forehead, rubbing at the flat muscle.
"Not so much in the arrogant, difference in social status, but you have to see that he's not exactly the same person he's been rumored to be," Steph smiled, her eyes closed as Allie continued to rub her fingers gently into her face. "At least when it comes to you. He really is a prince, Al."
Allie smiled and hummed in agreement. She knew Jon's reputation and it wasn't the least bit flattering, but in all honesty Allie couldn't care less. All she cared about, was the man she knew. All she cared about was how Jon was with her and how well he treated her. So, people could say whatever they wanted, but she knew Jon. She knew her Jon and he treated her better than any man she'd ever dated.
"I just hope he isn't too mad at me," Allie sighed, working her fingers down around Steph's sinuses. "I hate the thought of him being mad at me."
"Well in all fairness, he didn't have any warning," Steph defended. "He probably had so many different emotions running through him at one time that he didn't know which way was up. I know I did."
"I'm sorry," Allie answered. "I should have told you guys before that and I had planned on telling you before it became common knowledge. I just let my anger get the best of me."
"We're worried," Steph replied honestly, "but we aren't going to abandon you."
'Allie: Do you think that our love can create miracles?'
'Noah: Yes I do. That's what brings you back to me each time.'
'Allie: Do you think our love can take us away together?'
'Noah: I think our love can do anything we want it to.'
When the three men walked into their shared hotel room, they stopped dead still in the doorway watching the scene before them. Allie and Steph both sat on the floor next to each other in front of the couch. Laying around them were boxes of chocolate, empty wine glasses, half empty bowls of popcorn, and boxes of tissues. The girls hadn't noticed the men walk into the room, as they sat watching the end of the movie, in their pjs with tears streaming down their cheeks.
The guys glanced between the girls and the tv, Joe sighing we he saw the movie. "She cries every time she watches this. It's like she's torturing herself."
"Dude," Jon said in hushed voice, looking at Joe with wide eyes. "Did Steph "Notebook" you?"
Joe went to defend himself, but stopped suddenly giving Jon a weird look. "Wait a minute. How do you know what that is?" He whispered out. Jon stammered for a minute, before Joe's eyes widened in return. "You guys have only been together officially for like a week. How did Allie "Notebook" you already?"
Jon rubbed the back of his neck, trying to avoid the question. Looking between Joe and Colby, who both had smirks on their faces, he relented with a heavy sigh. "When she stayed with me in Vegas."
"Dude!" Colby exclaimed in a whisper. "You got "Notebook"ed in Vegas?! You weren't even dating then."
"Shut up, Lopez," Jon hissed, punching his arms. "You're practically married. How many times have you watched it?" The glare Colby shot Jon, made both him and Joe laugh teasingly.
"You know," a voice came from a couple feet away. Their heads whipped in that direction and saw Steph and Allie looking at them as they cleared their mess. "We can always start it over again if you boys want to watch it," Steph smirked at them.
The boys eyes widened and they suddenly scrambled to their separate rooms with their bags. The girls chuckled as they watched them scatter quickly. They finished cleaning up, while they waited for the boys to return to living area after changing. "I'm gonna duck out on the balcony for a minute," Allie said, as she grabbed her pack of cigarettes and a lighter and walked towards the balcony. "Wanna pick the next movie?"
"Sure," Steph smiled, picking up her DVD case and sitting back on the couch.
Allie stepped outside and immediately lit up a cigarette, taking a deep drag of it. She looked out over the city as she leaned against the rail, thinking about the day's events. She couldn't believe she had let her temper get the best of her and rubbed her free hand across her forehead in frustration. A few minutes later she heard the door behind her slide open and closed. Turning her head, she saw Jon standing there with his hands in his jean pockets, looking at her.
"Hi," he said, gazing at her.
"Hi," she replied with a small hesitant smile. He sighed and stepped up to her and running his left hand up her back to her neck and rubbed at the tense muscles there.
"I'm sorry I stormed off," he breathed, regret shinning in his eyes. "I just... I love you, princess. I just don't want to see you get hurt. I guess it's easy for me to forget that you've been fighting your own battles for this long. I just wish you didn't have to anymore."
"I didn't mean to upset you, Jon. I wanted to be able to tell you before everyone else, but my temper got the better of me tonight," Allie said, finishing her cigarette and turning to face him fully. "I wish I didn't have to do this either, but I do have to. I need to end this."
"I hate the thought of you being in harms way," he whispered, stepping even closer and cupping her face gently between his hands. "In case you hadn't noticed, I'm extremely protective of you, baby. The thought of you potentially getting ganged up on and there being nothing I can do to stop it, scares the hell out of me."
Allie sighed deeply, closing her eyes when Jon gently rubbed their noses together. "I'm scared too," her breathy response shook. "But I can't hide from my fears Jon. I was serious when I said it was time to face them head-on. I can't stop you from retaliating against them, but you need to realize your career is far more precious than mine. What I really need is for you to support me."
"I do," Jon relented, pulling back to look her in the eyes again. "I just wish there was more I could do."
"Help me train," Allie said, wrapping her arms around his midsection and pressing herself against him. "Having some new technique is gonna help me in the match. If I take a little from you, from Joe, and from Colby, I'll be able to throw them off their game enough to maybe win."
Jon sighed, closing his eyes tightly. He hated the idea of her being in that match, but he hated the idea of her not being as well prepared as she could be, even more. Thinking back to his conversation with Colby, Jon knew it would be a great opportunity for Allie learn some of Colby's traits. Licking his lips, he nodded and opened his eyes, "The guys and I will help you in any way we can. I actually had a conversation with Colby and Joe this afternoon about you going home by yourself."
"Sweetheart, we talked about this," Allie protested. "I can't avoid going home. I won't avoid it. It's my home and I won't be chased out of it, because a couple 30 plus year old juvenile delinquents think it's funny to try and spook me."
"I get that, babe," Jon nodded understanding. "But for my own piece of mind I need you to listen. I can't go to Pittsburgh with you this time and I want you to come to Vegas with me, but my schedule is really grueling this trip. It wouldn't be fair to you and Moxley to just sit at the condo all day." Jon continued, pushing some of her blonde hair back behind her ear that had fallen out of her messy bun. "So, Colby suggested you going to Iowa with him."
Allie went to protest again, but Jon quickly placed a hand over her mouth to silence her, earning a glare from her. He chuckled softy, "Well this is all too familiar." Allie slapped his hand away lightly, holding back the smile that threatened to break out.
"You know," she said, poking him in the chest. "There are nicer ways of shutting me up, Mr. Good."
"Maybe," he smiled. "But this is rather affective." She playfully stuck her tongue out at him, letting him continue. "Now, I know you may not be real thrilled with the idea, but it could a great opportunity for you to work with Colby. Plus, he said Leighla has been dying to officially meet you."
Allie instantly perked up at the mention of Colby's bubbly and fun girlfriend. She and Leighla had somehow been unable to officially meet up until that point. They had spoken a few times on Skype when Allie had wandered through the room when Colby had been talking to her. She had been at several events as well, but due to their hectic schedules they had been unable to say more than a few polite greetings.
"Ok," Allie smiled at him. "I'll go to Iowa with Colby," she gave him a cute pout and moved her arms up around his neck, before continuing, "but I don't like that you won't be there with me. I'll miss you."
Jon chuckled softly, stooping down and gripped the back of her thighs and lifting her until her legs wrapped around waist. "I'll miss you too, baby. Believe me, I'd rather be wherever you are."
Allie blushed deeply, before pulling him into a slow, sensual kiss. Just kissing Jon was enough to make Allie's toes curl and a deep throaty grown erupt from his chest. Working her lips open, Jon slid his tongue inside her mouth and tangled it with hers. The warm, slick glide of their tongues against each other was spurring them on as the kiss deepened. Jon lightly bit her bottoms lip making her moan lowly, as he dipped his hands into the back pockets of her pj shorts.
They pulled back reluctantly, knowing it was only a matter of time before one of the others came looking for them. Allie grumbled her dislike of separating from Jon's lips, making him chuckle.
"I fully believe Aphrodite is fucking with me," Allie chuckled, her arms still wrapped around Jon's shoulders and her fingers running through the hair at the nape of his neck.
"Why would she do that?" Jon asked, smiling at her.
"Probably because I blew her off for the last 7 years," Allie rolled her eyes playfully. "Now she's going to fuck with me until she deems me worthy."
"Baby, what the fuck are you talking about?" Jon shook his head, giving a confused laugh about what she meant.
"Umm," Allie blushed and rubbed the fingers of her right hand across her forehead. She sighed and dropped her gaze from his, "This is embarrassing."
"What is?" Jon asked, placing a crooked finger under her chin and raising her gaze to meet his, balancing her on his left arm.
"Umm... So," Allie cleared her throat. "It's kind of been a while for me."
Jon continued to look at her confused. "What do you mean, baby?"
"Uh, in the sex department," she blushed deeper, trying desperately to look anywhere but Jon's face. "It's been a while."
"Ok," Jon smirked, drawing her gaze back. "How long is, a while?" Allie swallowed, before murmuring something so low he couldn't hear it. He chuckled, ducking his head down to meet her eyes that had lowered. "I'm sorry. Could you repeat that?"
Allie huffed loudly, her bright red face on full display for Jon, "Seven years." Jon's face immediately dropped to one of shock and disbelief.
"What?"
"Yea."
"Wait a minute."
"Yea."
"Seven years?"
"Pretty sure that's what I said."
"How is that even possible?"
"It's actually rather easy when you've sworn off men."
"What about me?"
"You would obviously be the exception."
"What about women?"
"What about them?!"
"Did you ever?"
"No!"
"Not that there's anything wrong with that..."
"Jon! Just... No."
"I was just asking."
"Sorry. I don't swing that way."
"You had to have gotten something in the last seven years."
"It's called abstinence, Jon."
"I thought that was an urban legend."
"Seriously?"
"You mean it actually exists? People actually voluntarily choose not to have sex?"
"Oh my god," Allie murmured as she face palmed. She shook her head slowly, as she listened to Jon laugh.
"You know," Jon said thoughtfully, making her look back up at him. "I kinda like the idea of you being untouched for the last seven years."
"Really?" Allie looked at him with wide eyes.
"Well, yea," Jon responded, pulling her back in closely. "It gives you this almost pure, virginal essence. It's sexy and makes me want you even more and I didn't think that was possible."
Allie giggled, glad that Jon didn't think any less of her or freak out because she had been out of 'practice' for a while. Jon seemed to be thinking through something as his eyes roamed over her face.
"Can I ask you a question?" Jon asked, with a very curious expression. Allie nodded, as Jon lowered her back to her feet. "Do you want to wait? I don't want to rush you if you aren't ready."
Allie was surprised by the question, but felt a flutter in her heart at the consideration of this man. She smiled at him, giving him sultry look through her eyelashes. "No, Jon. I don't want to wait. I want you."
"Thank God," Jon breathed, making Allie chuckle against his lips as he captured her in another scorching kiss. Pulling back he rested his forehead against hers. "Leaving you tomorrow is gonna be really difficult."
"I know," Allie sighed. "Two days is entirely too long, but at least I get you tonight. Wanna head back in and see what Steph picked for a movie?" Jon nodded and gave her a quick peck on the lips, before the couple headed back into the hotel room.
Joe and Steph were cuddled up on one end of the couch, while Colby was seated on the floor in front of it. Allie quickly dove onto the couch behind him and tugged lightly on his low ponytail. "So, I hear your gonna have a couple house guests in Iowa."
"Oh yea?" He smiled, turning towards her, as Jon took a seat next to her on the couch. "So I take it you guys talked it over. You cool with that?"
"Yep," Allie said, smiling at him. "I can't wait to see Leighla."
"She'll be happy to hear you're coming," Colby chuckled in return. "I told her earlier that there was a possibility and she couldn't wait."
Allie smiled excitedly at him, before continuing, "Jon and I also discussed the match. I was hoping you guys would help me learn some new in-ring techniques," she said looking between Colby and Joe. "Jon suggested that since I'm going with you tomorrow," she said to Colby, "that it would be a good opportunity to work with you. If you're willing."
"Absolutely," Colby agreed easily. "One of the gyms I go to has a ring. I'll call them in the morning and let them know we'll be there."
"Thanks, Colbs," she smiled at him, before turning her attention to Joe. "What about you big man?"
"You don't even have to ask, baby girl," Joe smiled. "Of course I'll help."
"Thanks, Joe," she said, then cuddled up next to Jon, who wrapped her up tightly in his arms. As they settled in to watch a movie, Allie felt sleep beginning to take over and rested her head just underneath Jon's chin.
"You falling asleep?" Jon murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Allie nodded her head slowly, before Jon scooped her up suddenly and carried her into their room, bidding everyone goodnight.
After closing the door, Jon deposited Allie on their bed and then quickly removed his jeans, leaving him in a t-shirt and boxer briefs. Climbing into bed next to her, he was stopped suddenly by her hand against his chest. She kissed his lips gently, taking the hem of his t-shirt in her hands and lifting it over his head, then tossing it to the floor.
She smiled, then laid him back on the bed and snuggled herself against his bare skin. She hummed to herself softly, as she listened to the sound of his heart beating and allowing it to lull her to sleep, just as she had for the last week. Jon wrapped her up tightly against him and murmured to her as he began to feel sleep taking him, "I love you."
"I love you, too." She hummed against his chest, before they both fell asleep.
The next morning, the group all had had relatively early flights, except for Allie. She had booked her flight to Iowa that morning, but the first available flight wasn't until later that morning. She and Jon had laid in bed for as long as possible, kissing and caressing, before he as to get up for his flight.
She walked the group to the lobby of their hotel, wishing them all safe flights and telling Colby she would see him in a few hours. After telling her he would meet her at the airport to pick her up, he, Steph, and Joe hugged her goodbye and went out to the rental.
Turning to face Jon, she was immediately swooped in on and ravaged as much as Jon was publicly able to do. After a few minutes, he reluctantly pulled back, giving her a quick peck to her lips. Reaching into his back pack he pulled out a t-shirt and handed it to her. "Love you. I'll see you in two days."
She smiled at him, and hugged the t-shirt against her, "Love you too." With that he gave her a final quick, but firm kiss, before turning and walking out to meet the others at the car.
Unfolding the shirt, she giggled to herself taking in the site. Jon had given her his 'Kum & Go' t-shirt to sleep in while they were apart. Allowing your girlfriend to sleep in a shirt that sums up your rumored previous lifestyle, had to be symbolic in some way. Maybe it was Jon's way of saying, she had been the end of those days. She raised the shirt to her nose and breathed in his scent, missing him already.
Tucking the shirt under her arm, she pulled out her phone and sent him a quick text. 'I wish I could have given you something to keep with you ;)'
His response was quick and made her blush and burst into giggles. It was a photo of a pair of her panties with the caption. 'You did ;)'
'Aren't you suppose to wait until we do the deed, before you claim those?'
'Its inevitable. So, they were mine for the taking.'
Allie giggled again, typing out a closing text before making her way across the lobby towards the elevators.
As she passed a corridor right before the elevators, a hand shot and grabbed her, pulling her down the corridor. She was pressed firmly up against a wall and hand clamped forcefully over her mouth.
After the initial shock, Allie focused in on her assailant and was met with the furious face of John Cena. She struggled against him, but he quickly over powered her, pressing himself firmly against her and capturing both wrists in his other hand.
"I'll get right to the point," he growled out at her. "I already warned lover boy that you you belonged to me and that I don't share. You will always be my property Allie." He pressed himself even harder against her, making her grimace when she felt his obvious hardness through his pants, rubbing against her. Getting his lips close to her ear, he breathed out, "So, you better tell him to fuck off, before it ends badly for both of you."
Before Allie could even process what had happened, Cena had taken his hand away from her mouth and pressed a harsh and forceful kiss against her lips. Pulling back, taking in her ashen and bewildered face, he rubbed himself against her once more and was gone.
A/N: Uh-oh! Reviews please! Keep the love coming.